atram

The red light

inflames

the forest

under the rays

of the setting sun.

Without waiting

for the night

the ghosts

wander among

the trees,

and the ravenous wolves

follow them

along the way,

emptied from the life

and with the cold eyes

and the cold skin.

Poem (C): Me

“Three Women and Three Wolves" (1900) (C): Eugène Grasset